A birthday love hangover

This picture looks like how I felt on my birthday!!

I'm still feeling the love from my birthday. So many thoughtful people out there in my world. Day started out with a surprise package on the front door from Kimmie Sue and they just kept coming all day. A few highlights:

*Sister called from Korea
*Saw my Mom in a very special place
*Hit the birthday thrift store jackpot
*Almost backed into cousin as she surprised me with her famous individually wrap homeade cookies (who does that?)
*More phone calls, in which one of them the kin in Portland sang
*Mailbox full of cards

*Sister-in-law gave me sweet books
*Super cute apron Mom made
*Found a new but old fashioned ice cream parlor on 7th Ave
*A scheduled 10am visit from a loyal friend

*Fresh fish tacos
*Lots of flowers (even from hubby)
*A surprise visitor at the tail end of the day (who I thought was the law coming to get me for the picture they took of me driving on the road)
*Lot's of birthday kisses from half pints

Thank you again to all of those who sent their LOVE! I adore everyone of you.

    

I had the fresh honey banana ice cream.  Hey whatever happened to ice cream parlors anyway, kind of a dying breed.  I used to get the bubble gum ice cream from Swensen's in my younger years before they turned it into a Chinese Buffet.  Oh and remeber Farrols..they even gave birthday kids special hats to wear. 

Then on the day after B-day, dear sweet Grandma Jones (that's just what the kids call her), called me over to have a birthday celebration in her secret garden.  She doesn't let her age slow her down.  She stays busy keeping up on her beautiful flower gardens.  I think everone should go to her back yard at least once.  Just a side note:  Grandma Jones has no problem giving foot rubs and makes the best soup.  Love her!







I kept losing the boys in the secret garden.  Have you wondered why they have failed to make any birthday appearances...they're not into holding still right now.  They were more interested in splashing in the cat's water dish.  Plus after baby chubba la hara broke the glass ice cream cup it all went down hill fast.  The girls and I ate our ice cream in peace after they were transferred from their high chairs to their car seats.  Daddy ate his ice cream on the curb next to the car and said he could barely hear them cry after he shut the car doors.